When Are Your Feelings Really Yours?
Until the fall of 2008, I would have said I wasn’t afraid of mice. But then, in that fateful autumn, I went to my kitchen one night to investigate strange sounds. As I stepped across the threshold and flipped on the light, a mouse dashed across my bare foot. I unleashed the loudest and most panicked scream I’ve ever unleashed (my poor sleeping spouse thought I was being murdered). It’s the only time in my life I have ever been literally paralyzed from fear. Nothing about my biography leading up to the night mouse would have suggested that I was afraid of mice at all, much less panic-stricken around them. I am not afraid of other rodents or reptiles. I’m an animal lover, and I even kept a mouse as a pet when I was a child. My fear of the mouse in my kitchen was a complete shock to me. I never would have predicted that emotional response, and yet there I was, hysterically screaming and shaking in the middle of my kitchen. Our …








